Exploring Desire in thundercats naked

The elevator climbs fifty floors in thundercats naked, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “thundercats naked” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch thundercats naked,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “thundercats naked… thundercats naked… higher thundercats naked.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “thundercats naked” all the way down.